Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. -Rabindranath Tagore

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  • zibby_ 1h

    Bury Me With Laughter

    When I die I shall lie in sweet leisure
    Beneath a flowing flowery meadow.
    There I beg of you to rest in pleasure,
    Your comforted and contended shadow.

    Bring not corsages of white carnations,
    I would rather hear your lusty laughter.
    Bury me with tales of your adventures,
    Promise me your happy ever after.

  • zibby_ 14h

    Most of the time, when you wish sunshine on someone else it beams down on you too...because you share the same sky.

  • zibby_ 1d

    Henry David Thoreau

    Dear Sir

    My name is Zibby and I am certain that I am your biggest fan. I was introduced to your work as a teenager, a period of life that developmental psychologist, Erik Erikson, quite accurately termed “Identity versus Confusion.” Your words helped me to identify with my personal beliefs and values and have taken me through all the other stages of my life, thus far.

    I walked with you through “Walden” as you scribbled away about our connection with nature. I was inspired by your words, “… if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours” and marvelled at the depth of your thought, ““As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.”

    Even the great Mohandas Gandhi was a fan of your work. You impressed him with your writings on Satyagraha and your words advised him on the topic of good governance.

    Thank you for being an inspiration to so many.

    Your fan

  • zibby_ 1d

    Oh Happy Day!

  • zibby_ 2d

    There you go again!
    Sprawling your poetry before me...
    ..and making me wander off into happiness.
    Completely against my wishes!

  • zibby_ 2d

    ...wishing that this ink fades quickly into the paper.

  • zibby_ 5d

    I Miss You

    In my awake dreams
    I tried to silence my screams
    By stringing words of bliss
    To subdue all that I miss
    But it snapped, fell apart
    And exposed my broken heart

  • zibby_ 1w

    "If I am wrong, I am sorry"

    It should be:
    "I was wrong, I am sorry, it will not happen again. Now what can I do to make it better?"

    If you can't do that then you are not really sorry.

  • zibby_ 1w

    Apostrophe Stolen!

    YOU'RE forced to live a life of YOUR.


  • zibby_ 1w

    To You

    I've already been offered the moon and stars
    How about Jupiter and Mars?